Ieri mi-am adus aminte de Julia Dream de la Pink Floyd. Pentru cateva secunde am calatorit 10 ani in timp si mi-a venit in cap melodia asta. De fapt si Elegy de la Jethro Tull, dar pe aceea o ascult des. In ceea ce priveste Julia Dream, nu o mai ascultasem de mult de tot. Cand am reascultat-o prima data (a fost in heavy rotation of course) mi s-a parut ceva mai putin vibranta decat o tineam eu minte de la 17-18 ani. Apoi si-a revenit 
Will the misty master break me
Will the key unlock my mind
Will the following footsteps catch me
Am I really dying
Julia dream, dream that queen, queen of all my dreams
July 12th, 2006
A plecat dintre noi Syd Barrett, poate cel mai influent membru al Pink Floyd in perioada incipienta. A schimbat fata muzicii. Asta conteaza. Si ne-a oferit momente de magie.
Din wikipedia: One of Barrett’s trademarks was playing his Fender Esquire guitar by sliding a Zippo lighter up and down the fret-board through an old echo box to create the mysterious, otherworldly sounds that became associated with the group.
Later update: Inca ceva din wikipedia care arata cat de important a fost Barrett pentru Pink Floyd:
Wish You Were Here, released in 1975, carries an abstract theme of absence: absence of any humanity within the music industry and, most poignantly, the absence of Syd Barrett. Well-known for its popular title track, the album includes the largely instrumental, nine-part song suite “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” , a tribute to Barrett in which the lyrics deal explicitly with the aftermath of his breakdown. (…) In a famous anecdote, a heavyset man with a completely shaved head and eyebrows wandered into the studio while the band was recording “Shine On You Crazy Diamond”. The band could not recognise him for some time, when suddenly one of them realised it was Syd Barrett. He was greeted enthusiastically by the band but subsequently slipped away during the impromptu party for David Gilmour’s wedding (which was, coincidentally, also on that day). It was the last time any of the other band members saw him. Gilmour recently confirmed this story, although he could not recall which song they were working on when Syd showed up.
July 11th, 2006
U2 - Wild Irish Rose
In a field by a river, my love and I did lie
And on my naked shoulder, she too proud to cry
She said that I must leave her, an icy tear she froze
How could I melt the heart of a Wild Irish Rose?
Well a gypsy she has made of me, a servant of the street
And back to bed I’ve travelled to taste a love as sweet
Well the heart it knows no reasons and reason never knows
As I lie with them I’m thinking of a Wild Irish Rose.
June 27th, 2006
Mai exact in toamna lui 1996. Cand Nobelul a fost luat de Wisława Szymborska . A carei poezie nu o citisem la vremea aceea. Intre timp am citit cate ceva pe Internet (sunt linkuri si in josul articolului din Wikipedia). Scrie bine, conced.
Si ce treaba aveam eu cu Doamna Szymborska (apropo, folosesc verbul “a uri” in sens foarte larg, sa nu credeti ca sunt o persoana veninoasa, cu ochii rosii si fruntea incruntata ? Pai in toamna aia se zvonea ca o sa castige Bob Dylan. Care este clar cel mai mare bard din toate timpurile si din toate locurile posibile. Care ar trebui sa aiba si premiul Nobel pentru pace, economie si chimie, nu numai pentru literatura. Care a rezistat in viata si a generat o opera geniala si enorma si arborescenta si cum vreti voi .
Asadar era 1996, aveam 19 ani si probabil toate albumele lui Dylan. Mai tin minte si acum. Le cumparam de la tarabele acelea cu multa muzica, de la Romana sau de la libraria Humanitas de la Kretzulescu. (Apropo, in vremea aceea, cu toti piratii se gasea muzica in oras. Acum, daca intri la Diverta sau HMF, nu gasesti nimic mai rar/mai clasic/mai non-comercial. Iar pana si piratii au decazut: inainte erau persoane cu vaste cunostiinte muzicale, acum sunt bronzatii in sorturi Verzace) Si uneori, cand nu aveam bani, mai saream si o meditatie, ca doar trebuia sa completez colectia. Acum imi aduc aminte, de exemplu, de un album dublu, inregistrarea live a unuia dintre primele concerte electrice ale lui Dylan. Genial!
So, era toamna lui 1996 si speram ca Dylan sa castige. You know, motivatiile adolescentine: rebelul genial din Dylan, lupta pentru pace, protestele, marsurile pentru drepturile civile, cele anti-Vietnam, stuff like this. Iconic, prin excelenta. Si chiar daca au trecut cam zece ani de atunci, sa stiti ca tot nu mi-am schimbat ideile. BTW, sa-mi fac/cumpar un tricou cu Dylan.
Au trecut inca zece ani si pentru Dylan. Si Things have changed, indeed. A implinit 65 de ani la sfarsitul lui mai. A mai scos niste albume. A mai fost aclamat. Hendrix, Morisson, Janis Joplin sunt oase si ulcele de multe decenii. Dylan merge mai departe. Fara premiu Nobel. Dar nici nu conteaza prea mult, in definit.
June 25th, 2006
Astazi in heavy rotation: Rolling Stones - Wild Horses
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I cant let you slide through my hands
Wild horses couldnt drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldnt drag me away
I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
June 24th, 2006
Azi imi place melodia asta:
Dreaming My Dreams - Cranberries
All the things you said to me today
Changed my perspective in every way
These things count to mean so much to me
Into my faith you and your baby
It’s out there
If you want me
I’ll be here
It’s out there
June 21st, 2006
Tangerine - Led Zeppelin
Measuring a summer’s day,
I only find it slips away to grey,
The hours, they bring me pain.
Tangerine, Tangerine,
Living reflection from a dream;
Noapte buna ;)
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PS De maine sper sa ma apuc mai serios de scris (recenzii si serialul promis despre oameni pe care merita sa-i urasti-iubesti din tot sufletul).
June 19th, 2006